The pace of her walk
The wrinkle in her dress
They're the ones to testify, they're the ones to say
That the flavor of love had stuck to her
Grass in her hair
And both of her eyes tell
That she comes from love
A trace of embarrassment
An enchantment in her smile
They're the ones to explain, they're the ones who'll give away her secret
That she comes from love
How beautiful she is
Light rests upon her face
And it shows
That she comes from love
A scent
A blooming field
And from her lips arises
A taste
Wants to taste again
To taste the flavor of love